I saw some shit go down yesterday between a woman and a midget in a wheelchair. (No, not like that. Put your pants back on. They were both female–wait, that doesn’t help.) Anyway, I was walking down a street in a respectable San Francisco neighborhood after buying some bath sponges from Walgreens and saw this woman hurrying down the street in front of me. She turned a corner and slammed straight into a midget in a wheelchair, who also seemed to be “hurrying” somewhere. It must’ve been a moderately hard collision because the woman fell down and scraped her leg. She got up and started speaking to the midget. No big deal, I thought. They exchanged more words I didn’t hear because I had my headphones in, and before I realized there was any conflict, the woman smacked the wheelchair midget in the head and kept walking.
Now I usually despise handicapped people by default. I simply have no sympathy for the deformed. But this woman was so much bigger than the wheelchair midget, and she wasn’t in a wheelchair. I don’t know what the midget said to her, but I hope it was worth the pain of a hard slap on the head. On top of it, I had to pass the midget right after she got smacked, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I figured that she, like anybody else, just wanted me to mind my own business, so I kept walking. But that was just awkward.
And on that note, I hope everyone had a good Cinco de Mayo, even though I care about Mexicans as much as I care about cripples.